@Anil: Aarghh, the super cynic, you! :). I have mellowed, growing old. Seriously, I have seen enough filthy minds for a lifetime, but every now and then, sometimes they come in showers, beautiful minds abound... perhaps it is that I am turning more beautiful,myself! ;p

@insignia: Don't you listen to Anil! He always means the opposite of what he says, take it from me!

Minds are like places, B. Look for beauty and you will find it; and vice versa. It all depends how you are. Don't think I am being romantic; my words come from the experiences of a long lifetime. And I assure you, I HAVE seen sumpthin'!

@Kalpana: So happy to learn that you are OK. Take rest, read lots and lots of book and listen to - Kumar Gandharv's Kabir bhajans or those of the folk singers of MP and Rajasthan. Will be writing about it later.

There is pain, yes, but not melancholy. I am just being a bit wistful.

I have mentioned elsewhere in the Blog posts or comments that it is because of the few people whom one can count on ones fingers that the World moves around. In the macro level when it comes to human matters I prefer to be a cynic. And I would like to feel that your poem relates to those handful who keeps the world going.

@Sreejith: Couldn't catch what you meant, 'incomplete'... All I intend to convey is that there is no end to our yearning, whether to see places or to read or to understand people. Like life, everything is incomplete, when, like RGB said, you always want more!

I felt some incompleteness when I read that you should be able to see it to love it. That you missed some lines in between. Well..I did not think it to be philosophical at the first glance, but now yes, I could make out what you meant.